roni horn from another water
Tag: death
Edvard Munch, Kiss of Death, 1899, Lithograph on cream woven paper
Adam Tavel, Where His Lines Run
scraps of my poetry and images. for my friend Hunter Deely.
Film still from Bill Viola’s Nantes Triptych, 1992
In ancient Greek mythology a river separated the living from the dead. The only event which any human can know is the one event he or she can’t perceive, that he or she must die. Last night I dreamt I was swimming through an ocean. Swimming through an ocean is feeling pleasure. If the only event I can know is death, that is dream or myth, dream and myth must be the only knowing I have. What, then, is this ocean?
Kathy Acker, Empire of the Senseless, p. 55. (via bustakay)
pablo neruda
Little Bristling Soul 